“Truth always ends by victory; it is not unassailable, but invincible.”

Receive, Lord, all my liberty, my memory, my understanding and my whole will.

For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who disbelieve, no amount of proof is sufficient.

It is not hard to obey when we love the one whom we obey.

One must wage war against his predominant passion and not retreat until, with God’s help, he has been victorious.

God inclines to shower His graces upon us, but our perverted will is a barrier to His generosity.

Laugh and grow strong.

If anyone asks you for something that you believe would be injurious to him, refuse, but in such a manner as not to lose his good-will.

All the things in this world are gifts of God, created for us, to be the means by which we can come to know him better, love him more surely, and serve him more faithfully.

For those who love, nothing is too difficult, especially when it is done for the love of our Lord Jesus Christ.

We must put aside all judgment of our own, and keep the mind ever ready and prompt to obey in all things the true Spouse of Christ our Lord, our holy Mother, the hierarchical Church.

Do not put faith in constant happiness, and fear most when all smiles upon you.

We ought even to hold as a fixed principle that what I see white I believe to be black, if the superior authorities define it to be so.

Spiritual infirmities such as tepidity are caused, not only by chills but also by fevers, that is, by excessive zeal.

We should always be disposed to believe that that which appears white is really black, if the hierarchy of the Church so decides.

No idle word should be uttered. I understand a word to be idle when it serves no good purpose, either for myself or for another, and was not intended to do so.

Discouragement is not from God.

To live fully is to let go and die with each passing moment, and to be reborn in each new one.

But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou die a martyr, go to heaven.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

Until death it is all life.

It frightens me to realize that, if I had died before the age of fifty, I would have died a ‘Negro’ fraction.

Instead of working for the survival of the fittest, we should be working for the survival of the wittiest – then we can all die laughing.

See, my children, a person who is in a state of sin is always sad. Whatever he does, he is weary and disgusted with every thing; while he who is at peace with God is always happy, always joyous. . . Oh, beautiful life! Oh, beautiful death!

There never is absolute birth nor complete death, in the strict sense, consisting in the separation of the soul from the body. What we call births are developments and growths, while what we call deaths are envelopments and diminutions.